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THE   SPARREU,   PRINT.    BOSTON. 


H  College  Story. 


Harvard  College  Gate. 


H  College  Story. 

ATE  one  bright  Winter  afternoon,  three  college  boys 
were  loitering  in  front  of  Weld,  talking  over  the  de- 
bate of  the  night  before,  the  approach  of  the  mid-year 
exams.,  and  other  things  equally  important  to  them. 
They  were   about   to  separate,   when  a  party  of  young  girls, 
accompanied  by  an  elderly  lady,  came  through  the  gate,  pass- 
ing by  them  and  taking  the  path  towards  the  Chapel. 

It  was  Thursday,  and  they  were  going  to  vespers,  of  course, 
and  afterwards  to  some  college  man's  room  to  look  at  his 
pictures  and  trophies,  and  be  entertained  with  a  chafing  dish 
and  accessories,  in  the  usual,  delightful  way. 

"By  Jove,  I'm  booked  for  vespers,  too."  exclaimed  Dick 
Thurstcn;  "I'd  forgotten  all  about  it.  My  sister  sent  me  word,  ages 


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ago,  that  she  was  coming  out  today  to  bring  a  girl  with  her,  a 
New  Jersey  girl,  her  chum.  This  girl  has  never  been  to  Boston 
before,  or  Cambridge,  and  Kate  is  in  her  glory,  showing  her 
around.  Don't  you  want  to  lend  a  hand,  Jack?  She's  young 
and  good  looking,  and,  —  well,  all  right,  you  know." 

"Which,  your  sister,  or  the  girl  from  New  Jersey?  "  asked 
Jack,  laughing, 

"Why,  of  course,  I  wasn't  going  on  about  my  sister  like 
that.  Kate  is  a  fine  girl,  sure,  and  I'd  like  you  to  meet  her  ; 
but  my  chief  anxiety  to-day  is  to  have  the  stranger  from  New 
Jersey  get  such  an  idea  of  the  College,  its  particular  points  of 
beauty,  etc.,  etc.,  you  know,  that, —  well,  we  can't  do  very 
much  after  all,  but  take  her  to  vespers  and  over  to  Memorial 
to  see  the  boys  eat,  and  then  it  will  be  time  to  go." 

"  I'd  like  to  meet  your  sister,  Dick,  and  her  friend,  too;  but 
I'm  afraid  it's  out  of  the  question.  I'm  expecting  my  mother 
this  afternoon,  and  I  haven't  seen  her  for  months,  and  some- 
how can't  think  of  anything  else,  I  am  so  happy  about  it.  I 
went  to  Boston  to  meet  her  and  in  some  fool  carelessness 
missed  the  train.  Of  course  she's  all  right,  and  she'll  come 
over  by  herself,  but  you  can  bet  I  was  disappointed.  I'm  sorry, 
though,  to  be  disobliging." 

"  Never  you  mind  about  me  ;  I'll  get  on,  but  you  are  to  be 
envied,  man  ;  I  wish  I  was  expecting  my  mother,"  and  Dick 


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looked  sober,  as  he  thought  of  his  own  mother  far  away 
from  all  her  dear  ones,  seeking  in  vain  for  the  health  that  would 
never  be  hers  again. 

Just  then  a  tall,  graceful  girl  in  a  brown  tailor-made  suit, 
passed  by  the  boys,  and  as  they  raised  their  hats  in  response  to 
her  quiet  bow,  Jack  burst  out,  "  That  Butler  girl  is  a  stunner, 
isn't  she  ?  I  never  see  her  but  I  think  she  has  caught  the 
secret  of  knowing  just  what  to  wear  and  how  to  wear  it.  She  is 
certainly  master,  —  no,  mistress,  I  mean,  —  of  the  art  of 
dress.  Don't  you  think  so  ?  " 

"  I  think  she's  positively  great,  Jack;  I  do  indeed.  I  only 
wish  I  knew  her.  She's  just  the  style  of  girl  I  dote  on." 

"  You  two  are  easily  impressed,"  said  the  third  fellow,  pat- 
ronizingly;  "but  then  you're  freshmen,  and  supposed  to  be 
green.  I  '11  forgive  you,  and  hope  as  years  roll  on  you'll  get  wiser. 
Why,  the  girl  isn't  even  pretty.  I  call  her  common-place,  in  fact." 


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"  Commonplace !  "  indignantly  broke  out  Jack,  "why,  where 
are  your  eyes,  man?  Why,  there  isn't  a  girl  that  walks  the 
streets  that  compares  with  this  Miss  Butler.  I  don't  mean  that 
her  complexion  is  faultless,  or  that  her  features  and  form  are 
like  Venus,  but  who  cares  for  all  that  ?  I'm  talking  of  her  style, 
and  carriage  ;  why,  she  is  grace  itself.  And  then  she  dresses 
in  such  good  form,  too.  Her  skirt  has  the  proper  cut  and  swing, 
her  hat  betrays  the  artist,  her  gloves  are  immaculate,  and  she 
walks  with  the  ease  of —  " 

"  Yes,  yes,  I  admit  it  all,  I  agree  with  you  perfectly,"  inter- 
rupted the  upper-class  man,  laughing,  "  it  is  plain  that  you  are 
under  a  spell,  and  the  only  safe  thing  for  me  is  to  acquiesce 
in  your  judgment.  She  walks  with  the  ease  of  a  duchess,  did 
you  say?  Well,  all  girls  walk  now-a-days;  it  is  a  part  of  their 
education.  The  day  has  gone  by  when  it  was  a  novelty  for  a 
girl  to  be  able  to  wa'.k,  and  walk  well,  too.  Why,  the  up-to- 
date  girl  thinks  no  more  of  walking  five  or  six  miles  than  a 
man  does.  There  wouldn't  be  so  many  girls  playing  golf  if  they 
couldn't  walk.  You  see  the  fact  is  that  girls  have  learned, 
now-a-days,  to  pay  as  much  attention  to  their  shoes  as  they  pay 
to  their  gloves ;  and  shoes  are  a  deal  more  important,  let  me 
tell  you.  My  sister  talks  almost  as  much  about  her  shoes,  their 
style,  their  cut,  the  best  place  to  buy  them  and  all  that  as  she 
does  about  the  Symphony  Concerts.  Last  summer  it  was  all 


about  their  being  cut  on  a  man's  last, —  I  mean  the  shoes,  not 
the  concerts,  —  and  the  nearer  they  looked  like  mine,  why,  the 
better  they  were.  If  girls  hadn't  given  up  the  flimsy,  thin-soled, 
high-heeled  shoes  that  they  used  to  wear,  golf  and  cross-country 
walking  would  be  an  impossibility.  But,  I  tell  you  girls'  shoes 
are  gotten  up  to-day  on  a  scientific  plan." 

"  Well  thought  out,  old  man,"  said  Jack,  "  you  might  get 
out  quite  an  oration  on  this  subject,  if  you  took  time,  but  don't 
deliver  it  to  us  here,  Because  Dick  and  1  think  Miss  Butler  is 
a  "  thing  of  beauty  and  a  joy  forever,"  it  doesn't  follow  that  we 
want  a  lecture  on  shoes,  scientific  or  otherwise  ;  but  I  don't  see 
why  mother  doesn't  appear,  I  must  be  looking  sharp  for  her 
now." 

And  he  started  towards  the  square,  where  the  cars  were 
being  emptied  cf  their  fair  occupants,  in  groups  and  singly, 
while  Dick  and  Roger  sauntered  the  other  way. 


"  I  guess  you're  about  right  on  the  shoe  question,  Roger.  I 
haven't  had  much  chance  to  know  about  such  things.  The  only 
thing  I  do  know  about  is  what  they  cost.  After  father  died,  we 
had  to  economize  in  every  possible  way.  Mother  and  I  used 
to  talk  over  all  sorts  of  things.  For  years  she  had  ordered  her 
footwear  at  an  expensive  store,  just  as  she  had  ordered  her 
dresses  and  bonnets,  and  thought  no  more  about  it.  She  had 
always  found  it  impossible  to  get  a  comfortable  and  well-fitting 
shoe  for  less  than  five  or  seven  dollars.  It  grieved  her  to  death 
to  think  of  expending  so  much  on  her  feet.  Last  year,  how- 
ever, she  saw  a  shoe  advertised  that  promised  so  much  for 
$3.50  that  she  gave  it  a  try.  Well,  it  proved  all  right,  and 
mother  was  so  pleased  that  she  has  never  ceased  to  praise  its 
virtues.  A  dollar  or  two  isn't  much  to  save,  I  know,  but  every 
little  helps;  and  were  it  not  for  my  mother's  economies  Har- 
vard College  would  be  only  a  dream  to  me." 

Roger  Franklin  took  the  boy's  hand  and  shook  it  warmly. 

"  I  like  you  for  your  stuff,  man;  I'm  glad  to  know  you. 
Your  speaking  of  a  shoe,  though,  that  your  mother  liked  so 
much,  reminds  me  that  my  sister  May  has  been  raving  over  a 
shoe  lately  that  she  struck  somewhere.  I  have  chaffed  her  a 
good  deal  about  it  but  she  doesn't  mind.  The  up-to-date  girl, 
who  walks  and  makes  a  business  of  being  graceful  on  foot,  is 
devoted  to  her  shoes;  and  I'll  bet  you  ten  to  one  that  the  girl 


we  have  been  discussing  has  a  fad  in  the  same  direction,  and 
that  her  fascination  and  attractiveness  are  due  partiallylirif  not 
entirely,  to  the  fact  that  she  wears  some  particular  shoe." 

"  I'll  take  your  bet,"  said  Dick,  "  although  I  don't  believe 
shoes  have  anything  to  do  with  it.  You  are  simply  trying  to 
jolly  me,  old  boy.  How  are  you  going  to  find  out,  anyway? 
You  can't  walk  up  to  a  girl  like  that  and  ask  her  if  she  is  de- 
voted to  shoes.  But  I  must  get  up  to  my  room  ;  its  time  for  my 
sister  to  be  here  if  she's  coming  at  all  to-day —  I'm  off." 

Roger,  left  alone,  wondered  what  he  would  do  next,  and  had 
about  decided  to  hang  around  and  run  the  chance  of  seeing 
Dick  again,  with  his  sister  and  the  New  Jersey  girl,  when,  to 
his  great  delight,  he  saw  Miss  Butler  coming  towards  him. 
He  went  to  meet  her  and,  lifting  his  hat,  said,  "  Are  you  not 
going  to  vespers,  or  don't  you  care  for  such  things?  " 

"  Mr.  Franklin,  how  can  you  ask  me  such  a  question.     I 


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always  go  when  I  am  lucky  enough  to  get  an  invitation.  I  am 
just  as  unhappy  as  possible,  coming  through  the  yard,  and 
meeting  everybody  going  there.  I  was  strongly  tempted  to  go 
all  by  myself,  only  I  just  didn't  quite  dare,  you  know." 

"I  presume  you  never  go  without  a  chaperon?"  queried 
Roger ;  "  wouldn't  think  of  such  a  thing,  I  suppose." 

"0,  that  don't  make  any  difference  with  me.  I  often  go 
with  college  men  whom  I  have  known  a  long  time.  My  mother 
is  awfully  nice  and  sensible  about  that.  She  says  she  can't  see 
why  it  isn't  just  as  proper  to  go  to  vesper  service  without  a 
chaperon,  as  it  is  to  go  canoeing,  or  skating,  or  to  a  matinee. 
Of  course,  I  can't  go  to  any  of  the  boys'  teas  in  their  rooms, 
and  don't  want  to,  but  I  think  it  isn't  much  different  from  any 
church  service,  after  all,  —  in  the  idea,  I  mean." 

"  Won't  you  go  with  me,  then,  to-day,"  said  Roger  eagerly  ; 
"  you  haven't  known  me  such  an  awful  long  time,  I  know,  but  I 
wish  you  would  go." 

The  girl  hesitated  and  Roger  went  on : 

"  Besides,  I  want  to  talk  to  you  about  something  else.  I 
have  a  bet  on ;  and  you  can  help  me  out  of  it  if  you  will.  I 
want  to  tell  you  about  it." 

"  Then  let's  not  go  to  vespers,  Mr.  Franklin.  I  never  talk 
there,  of  all  places.  We  mustn't  stand  here  in  the  yard  either. 
I'm  all  interest  in  your  bet,  though,  and  will  help  you  if  I  can. 


I  was  going  up  North  Avenue  to  make  a  call.  If  you  will  walk 
that  way,  you  can  tell  me  all  about  it." 

They  turned  and  passed  through  the  gate,  away  from  the 
hustle  and  bustle  of  the  Square.  Roger  began  talking  about 
the  College  boys,  their  athletics  and  amusements,  —  wondering 
to  himself  how  he  could  best  introduce  the  subject  in  which  he 
was  so  much  interested. 

"  I  don't  know  very  much  about  college  boys,  but  I  fancy 
their  amusements  and  occupations  are  very  much  the  same  as 
those  of  college  girls.  If  they  are  grinds,  and  are  ambitious 
for  honors,  they  pursue  the  same  methods;  if  they  are  social, 
they  seek  congenial  society  and  find  ways  of  amusing  them- 
selves ;  if  they  are  lazy  and  indifferent,  they  will  flunk  and  get 
out  of  it  the  best  way  they  can.  It's  much  the  same.  But  we 
are  wandering  away  from  the  bet ;  I'm  interested  in  that." 

"  Well,"  said  Roger,  realizing  that  he  couldn't  tell  her  just 


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what  the  bet  was,  "  it  began  in  a  foolish  sort  of  talk,  as  all  such 
things  do,  and  ended  in  a  dispute  about  shoes,  —  girls'  shoes." 

"Girls'  shoes,"  she  repeated,  "how  very  queer;  how  did 
you  manage  to  get  on  such  an  uninteresting  subject,  I'd  like  to 
know?  " 

"  You  think  it  uninteresting  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  Oh  no,  I  think  it  a  most  fascinating  subject ;  but  I  meant 
uninteresting  for  boys.  I  can't  see  how  they  could  possibly  get 
up  any  interest  whatever  on  that  question." 

"  Strange  to  say,  three  of  us  fellows  got  into  quite  a  heated 
discussion  this  afternoon  about  girls'  shoes." 

"What  about  them,  pray?  Tell  me  what  you  want  to 
know.  I  am  curiosity  itself." 

"  You  are  more  than  kind,"  said  Roger,  hesitatingly,  as  he 
was  trying  to  word  his  question  so  as  not  to  give  offense.  "  I 
have  a  sort  of  an  idea  that  girls  now-a-days,  —  I  mean  college 
girls  that  play  golf  and  are  in  society  and  all  that, —  have  got 
some  sort  of  a  fad  about  their  shoes;  that  they  wear  a  special 
make  or  something.  You  ought  to  know  about  it  if  they  do, — 
its  right  in  your  line." 

"  Why,  of  course,"  said  Miss  Butler,  "I'm  just  the  girl  to 
enlighten  you.  We  are  interested  in  a  special  shoe,  and  it  is 
called  the  '  Sorosis,' — named  after  that  swell  woman's  club  in 
New  York.  Why,  I  haven't  worn  anything  else  for  two  years. 


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It  is  simply  the  most  perfect  shoe  ever  made  for  women.  And 
then  it's  so  wonderfully  cheap.  You  can  buy  a  pair  for  $3.50. 
I  guess  I'll  have  to  tell  you  a  tale  that  bears  on  this  subject. 
It's  a  mighty  good  story,  and  it's  true,  too,  although  very  likely 
you'll  call  it  a  college  yarn. 

"  It  was  in  my  junior  year  that  a  new  club  was  formed  ;  and 
this  is  the  way  it  started.  One  day  I  had  a  strong  desire  to  go 
down  to  the  city  and  have  a  treat ;  so  I  tore  up  stairs  to  Beth 
Robbin's  room  to  get  her  to  go  too.  She  was  my  best  beloved, 
you  know.  To  my  surprise  and  grief,  I  found  her  in  great  dis- 
tress of  mind.  Beth  was  Secretary  of  the  College  Settlement 
Association,  and  the  Treasurer  had  just  been  up  to  see  her  to 
tell  her  that,  of  the  promised  $500  they  had  voted  to  give 
towards  the  Madison  House  work,  $100  was  wanting.  The 
time  was  almost  up  for  sending  the  remittance,  and  something 
had  to  be  done  at  once.  Beth  went  over  her  list  and  said  that 


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the  wealthy  girls  had  subscribed  as  liberally  as  usual ;  but  the 
not-so-well-to-do  girls  had  not  responded  so  generously  as  for- 
merly. Their  interest  was  as  great  as  ever,  but  one  and  another 
had  found  it  necessary  to  give  a  smaller  amount  or  nothing  at 
all.  So  the  upshot  of  it  was  we  were  in  a  hole.  Beth  could 
have  got  a  summa  cum  laude  at  any  college  in  the  world  for 
slang." 

•'  What  did  you  do  about  it  ?  "  asked  Roger,  all  interest. 

"Well,  we  called  a  meeting  of  the  directors;  stated  the 
case  plainly,  and  waited  for  suggestions.  Had  there  been  more 
time,  we  could  have  given  a  play, —  that  always  goes, — -but 
that  was  out  of  the  question.  Then  Lillian  Johnson  rose  to  the 
occasion,  in  the  one  way  that  was  practicable  for  her.  She 
offered  to  trim  any  and  all  hats  that  might  be  brought  to  her  for 
one  dollar  a  hat.  Lillian  was  an  artist  in  that  line,  and  we  all 
admitted  it.  We  simply  adored  the  hats  and  toques  she  de- 
signed for  herself.  She  always  had  a  fresh  creation  for  every 
gown  she  wore  ;  and  everything  just  suited  her  piquante  little 
face.  Her  picture  hats  were  dreams  of  beauty;  but,  alas, 
hardly  anyone  was  then  in  need  of  a  hat.  It  wasn't  time  to  be 
thinking  of  Easter,  and  her  generous  offer  got  so  few  responses 
that  we  knew  that  wasn't  a  go." 

"  Another  girl,  learned  in  Greek  and  philosophy,  offered  to 
take  pupils  in  dancing.  Nell  could  dance  like  an  angel ;  and 


many  a  girl  who  didn't  care  a  rap  for  her  proficiency  in  Greek 
fell  in  love  with  her  dancing.  Nell  was  all  enthusiasm,  and 
she  soon  had  a  list  of  seventeen  pupils  who  wanted  to  be  taught 
to  waltz  at  five  dollars  a  head.  I  suppose  it  would  be  more 
correct  to  say,  two  dollars  and  a  half  a  foot.  We  were  simply 
wild  and  thought  our  problem  was  solved,  when,  in  some 
mysterious  way,  the  faculty  heard  of  the  plan,  and  we  were  in- 
formed it  could  not  be  allowed." 

"  Finally,  one  of  the  most  popular  girls  in  the  class  said  she 
had  a  plan,  that  she  would  explain,  under  promise  of  strict  se- 
crecy, which  she  thought  could  be  made  a  success.  We 
promised,  of  course ;  and  she  said  that  for  some  time  she  had 
been  saving  towards  a  special  fund,  and  as  it  had  worked  well 
for  her,  why  shouldn't  we  all  try  it  once,  anyway?" 

1  By  that  time  we  were  ready  to  try  anything ;  so  she 
stepped  in  front  of  us,  raising  her  dress  gracefully,  and  exposed 


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the  prettiest  foot  you  ever  saw,  neatly  clad  in  a  perfect-fitting, 
handsome,  stylish  shoe.  But  even  then  we  didn't  catch  on. 
'  Why,  girls,  don't  you  understand?  ',  she  said.  '  No,  what  do 
you  mean?'  we  exclaimed  in  a  breath.  '  We  are  stupid,  of 
course,  but  tell  us,' 

'  Don't  you  see  my  Sorosis  shoes  ?  Are  they  not  perfect  ? 
You  can  see  how  elegant  they  are  ;  and  they  are  as  comfortable 
as  they  are  beautiful,  And  they  only  cost  $3.50.' 

"  We  all  looked  at  each  other.  There  wasn't  a  girl  there 
whose  shoes  did  not  cost  all  the  way  from  $5,  $6,  or  $7,  to  $10, 
as  the  case  might  be  ;  and  we  didn't  know  what  to  say." 

"  '  I  don't  wonder  you  look  scared,'  said  Fan,  '  for  the  first 
pair  I  bought  I  expected  to  have  to  give  away;  but  I  was  de- 
termined to  give  them  a  fair  try.  The  simple  fact  is  they  are 
superb,  and  I  shall  never  wear  any  other  kind.  And  then,  think 
of  the  money  I'm  accumulating  on  the  dead  quiet.  Do  you 
see  my  idea,  girls?' ' 

"  'Yes,  I  do,'  said  I.  'We  must  find  sixty  or  seventy  girls 
in  the  college  who  want  shoes  at  once,  and  induce  them  to  try 
the  Sorosis  shoe  and  give  the  difference  in  cost  towards  our 
subscription  fund  for  Settlement  work.  I'll  buy  a  pair,  and  be 
one  of  a  committee  to  canvass.  How  many  girls  can  you  in- 
fluence, Jane,'  I  said  to  one  of  our  swell  girls  who  so  far  had  not 
committed  herself." 


'• '  Must  I  buy  and  wear  a  pair,  too,  if  I  serve  on  the  com- 
mittee?' asked  Jane." 

"  Sure,  even  if  you  put  them  in  the  box  of  clothing  for  the 
poor  after  the  thing  is  over,'  said  I." 

"  *Oh,  you  wont  do  that,  I  promise  you,'  said  Fan." 

"  Well,  to  make  a  long  story  short,  we  got  our  committee 
and  went  to  work,  and  Friday  we  met  with  $175  to  the  good. 
We  were  pretty  proud  of  it,  too.  I  had  many  misgivings  about 
my  own  purchase,  I  confess,  but  I'm  pretty  determined  when  I 
set  out,  and  I  soon  realized  that  these  shoes  were  making  a  new 
girl  of  me.  And  now,  after  a  thorough  trial,  whether  I  walk, 
ride,  dance,  skate,  or  play  golf,  I  never  wear  anything  but  a 
Sorosis  shoe.  I  expect  I  have  tired  you  to  death,  Mr.  Frank- 
lin, haven't  I?" 

"  Oh  no,"  said   Roger,   "  It's  a  great  story.     I  had  no  idea 


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girls  had  so  many  resources  at  their  command  ;  but  how  about 
the  club?     You  forgot  about  that." 

"  Oh  yes,  we  formed  a  club,  taking  in  all  who  wore  Sorosis 
shoes.  We  made  it  a  Greek-letter  society,  and  it  was  quite  a 
swell  club  after  all.  You  see,  of  course,  that  only  sensible  girls 
could  join  it.  We  wanted  to  call  it  Sorosis,  but  didn't  dare  to, 
for  fear  that  certain  New  York  ladies  would  kick.  The  club  is 
almost  as  much  of  a  success  as  the  shoe  is,  and  nets  a  tidy 
little  sum  every  year  for  settlement  work.  But  here  I  am  at 
Mrs.  Clarke's,  so  I  must  bid  you  good  bye.  I  hope  my  story 
hasn't  bored  you  too  much,  but  you  seemed  interested,  you 
know,  and  so  I  kept  on.  After  all,  you  haven't  told  me  what 
your  bet  was,  I  hope  you'll  win  it.  Will  you  tell  me  if  you  do." 

"  May  I  come  and  tell  you  ?" 

"  I  shall  be  very  glad  to  have  you  come." 

And  with  face  slightly  flushed,  probably  by  reason  of  her 
walk  in  the  brisk,  bracing  air,  she  went  up  the  path  leading  to 
the  door. 

Roger  waited  until  she  disappeared,  then  turned  and  retraced 
his  steps  towards  Memorial. 

"  What  a  lucky  dog  the  fellow  will  be  who  has  the  chance  of 
keeping  her  forever  in  Sorosis  Shoes.  I  wonder  —  —  ." 

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